Wicked Liar by Faith Summers

Chapter Twenty-Six

Dominic

Candace lifts the loaf of brown bread out of the grocery bag and frowns. We just got back from her place with the bulk of her things and did some light shopping at the convenience store. She’s changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. Like always, she’s oblivious to how sexy she is.

While she continues to frown at the bread, I focus on her lips. When she purses them together like that, all I can think of is sliding my cock between the cushions of her velvet mouth.

She’s starts bitching about the bread, but I’m thinking about how many times I’ve had this woman and never had her mouth on my cock.

“Dominic, are you listening to me?” she huffs, throwing the bread down on the countertop.

I wasn’t listening, but I won’t give her any more reasons to be furious. “You hate the bread.”

“I asked for multi-seed bread and you got this.”

“Babe, it’s bread, made from the same wheat. Just dash some seeds on it.”

She glares at me and I know she wants to tell me to fuck off, but she would never do that for something so simple.

She’s not pissed about the fucking bread. She's pissed about me leaving, again. Her annoyance now is because she thinks I didn't write.

If only she knew.

“I’m going to unpack.” She walks out of the kitchen, and I watch her rush away.

This morning, there was a moment when she gave herself to me. I felt it. Then reality must have struck, and she asked me why I didn’t write.

I lied again when I said it was because I wanted her to forget me, and it was for the best. It wasn’t.

Now I see just how much it affected her, I wish I’d sent her at least one of the letters I wrote and never posted. Just one.

I've been with her all day and she's been in that same pissed off as fuck mood she was in when she woke. I don't blame her. I think I would be pissed at me too if our situations were reversed. If anybody else had won her in that auction she wouldn't feel like she was being forced, or even held captive.

I'm just the only bastard she didn't want to be with, and unfortunately for her, the only guy who thought she was priceless. I wasn't messing around when I told Jacques I'd bid every last coin in the bank. I would for her.

The fucking auction might be something we run under the umbrella of the Syndicate, and I'll admit to being as twisted as most of the fuckers there, but I've never paid for sex. As with most things about this woman, however, she's the exception to the rules. The woman who makes me want to try.

I just don't know where her head was at. I've been watching her today and she doesn't even seem interested in the money. She hasn't gone on her phone or done anything to check her account. So, I'm still at a loss as to what's truly going on. The longer I wait, the antsier it's making me to find out.

I messaged Aiden early this morning just to touch base, after spending a few hours looking through Alfonse's files. He's got things covered until tomorrow, which buys me some time with Candace.

What I want for this little arrangement is to find out what sent her to that auction and if it's still a threat. Once I get that shit out of the way. I'll focus on getting my woman back.

That's why I'm not leaving her to stew in her fury.

I head upstairs and find her opening up one of the larger boxes with her clothes.

She looks at me when I walk in and I can tell from the flush in her cheeks she thinks I’ve come up for sex. What intrigues me is she’s thinking about it--me taking her. And she wants it. As mad as she is at me she wants me.

It’s easy to read her reactions when her body keeps betraying her. The top she’s wearing makes it even easier to tell when she’s aroused. Her nipples pebbled from the second I walked in and now the distinct points leave no mistake as to what she’s thinking.

I am going to fuck her, I just enjoy watching her body react to me.

“What?” she huffs. “You’re just looking at me and it’s unnerving.”

I look down at her willowy body, not answering the question.

“Come in the shower with me,” I say.

“I’ll shower by myself thank you very much. I don’t usually bathe with people.”

A cocky smile spreads across my face. She has no idea whatsoever how sexy she is when she smart mouths me.

I walk over to her and her back goes straight.

“You mistake what I mean. I wasn’t talking about bathing. I was talking about fucking.” My smile widens at the elegant flush that races down her neck which turns me on even more. “I want you in the shower pressed up against the wall, me inside you giving a hard fuck.”

I reach for her but she steps back. “Don’t you have a strip club or shit like that you can busy yourself with?”

I laugh at the question. “No.”

“What happened to it? Did you get bored?” She raises her brows and tries to give me that ballsy attitude again when she pouts. All I can think of though is her sucking my dick.

She drops the act when I move closer, stepping right into her personal space. I give her a wicked smile when I reach for her and trace my finger down to the curve of her breasts, caressing her pleading nipple pressing against the fabric of her top. The staggered rise and fall of her chest fascinate me, as does the scent of her sweet arousal blended with fear.

“I sold it,” I inform her and she looks surprised to hear that. Massimo gave me that club after he got married. I sold it because of her. I catch her face and take in the fight in her eyes. She’s trying so hard to stand her ground and failing. “I think it’s time to play with you again.”

Her brows knit together. “I don’t want to play."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are, Angel."

"Why can’t you find one of the bar whores who used to chase after you? There never seemed to be any shortage of them, and –"

I stop her next words with a kiss. Her soft lips on mine makes me want to devour her whole. What is sweeter is the moment she gives into me. The moment she thinks she can fight me off and stand her ground then I touch her and she remembers this isn’t only about me.

We kiss and I taste her delicious mouth. I start massaging her breasts when I taste desire on her tongue and smell it stronger in her arousal. I already know she’s wet for me.

Pulling away from her lips I stare her down. “I want you. I don’t want anybody else. I want you.”

That shuts her down and I note the change in her mood.

She doesn’t fight when I pick her up, she allows me to carry her straight into the shower where I set her down fully clothed.

When she presses her hands against the granite walls and rivets her gaze to me I slip her top down her shoulders. To my satisfaction, she’s not wearing a bra. I work her clothes down her body until I have her naked before me, then she watches keenly as I take off my clothes and toss everything on to the bathroom floor.

She looks me over, trying to hide her coyness but at the same time satisfying her curiosity. I smile at the conflict especially when her gaze drops to my perfectly erect cock.

I turn on the shower and set the water on a light warm spray. Now it’s my turn to admire her as the water cascades down her body. That was what I wanted to see. The water streaming down her honey blonde hair, then running down her breasts, hardening up the peaks of her nipples even more than they are.

I stare at her breasts, the sight will always turn me on but right now I divert my attention to her scar. The scar that will always remind me of what nearly took her from me.

The scar that reminds me I'm my own worst enemy, and hers. I did that to her.

The slightly raised skin has faded now, a sign of how long I’ve been away.

She’s right. I shouldn’t have left. I should have been here to see that scar at its worst, not here at the finished line looking at the healed version of the hell she must have gone through. The other night when I first saw it, I felt ashamed.

When I press my fingers to the scar again Candace realizes that’s what I’m looking at and there’s a shift in the air between us.

Shame fills me again along with grief and I bend down to nuzzle my face in the deep valley between her cleavage, pressing my lips to the scar. I linger there for a noticeable time wishing it never existed. Wishing I could take back the night. It’s only when I feel her hand stroking over my head that I look up at her.

Something that feels like hope fills me when her eyes sparkle and she looks like the same girl from two years ago. The one who loved me. It makes me wonder if I could ever have her back the way she was.

I continue to look at her and recognize the sweet angel who’d always watched me, never knowing I was watching her too.

We move back into a kiss, one where she’s not holding back and neither am I.

Her hand fluttering over my chest snaps me out of the sweetness of the passionate kiss and I don’t want to be sweet or passionate anymore. I want to take her hard and fuck her the way I did this morning. This time though I want her screaming my name all fucking night with pleasure.

The dirty bastard I am comes out when I catch her hand and move it down to press against my cock. That fantasy of her perfect mouth slams into my mind and I have just the perfect idea of how I’m going to start getting nasty with her.

It’s so much the better when her fingers start stroking me up and down and I'm glad the angel can see exactly where I want her to focus. I squeeze her fingers over my length and move away from her lips. I don’t go far though. I kiss my way over to her ear and nibble at the lobe.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I whisper as she strokes up and down my length on her own.

I almost blow my load when she obeys and drops to her knees. I swear to God I see every fantasy I ever had of this woman come alive before me when she gazes up at me with greedy eyes and those full, soft lips of hers part to take my dick into her hot, sexy mouth.

Jesus Christ, that feels fucking good. She starts to suck and I pump into her hot little mouth, moving deeper. She takes me, sucking harder and taking me even deeper. She grabs onto my hips and I grab a fist of her hair so I can fuck her face.

I savor her and the feel of her mouth on me, then fuck I remember how her tight little pussy feels and I want to be inside her.

I damn near yank my dick out of her mouth and pull her to her feet. It’s like I’ve lost my fucking mind, but she’s right there with me, following my moves when I flip her around to face the wall and plunge right into her welcoming heat. She takes my hard thrusts and her ass jiggles perfectly as I pound into her pussy.

I grab her hips and start to fuck her the way I like to fuck. Since I already know I’m not gonna last I fuck her ruthlessly, mercilessly owning her body. Her hair falls over her face like sunlight and she cries out my name .

The sound makes me erupt into her and even as my release flows into her passage I get hard again thinking of all the ways I’m going to take her tonight.

I slip my arm around her waist holding her up and pulling her against me when I pull out of her.

“You alright angel?” I mutter against her ear.

“I’m okay.”

“I need more,” I say, sounding like an echo from nights ago. "I need more of you again."

She glances at me. “I… need more too.”

That’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. Our lips meet again and I pick her up and carry her to the bed.

I have the last two years to make up for and all the time I wasted before that.